My difficulty in breathing made me realize that I needed a pressure suit with an air supply--in essence, a space suit. Now, the monstrosities that NAS... had sent the poor astronauts up in had so limited a range of motion as to be travesties as working suits. How they ever did anything effective during EVAs was a mystery to me.I investigated the next couple generations of flight suits. One looked like a hard shell torso and head protector with flexible heated limbs. After checking on the. I dropped her on the bed and started removing my clothing.She started to as well, but I motioned for her to stop, and I had continued, until I was completely naked. Then I climbed on the bed and took her shirt off, exposing those wonderfully symmetrical breasts of hers.I moved down the bed and carefully removed her panties, exposing her moist pinkness. Using my fingers as a guide, I softly traced around her pussy and felt her quickly hardening clit. I moved my head down to it and licked it very. The mere thought of holding the damn thing was too much. I’d been cured of guns during a run-in with my father’s 20 gauge shotgun when I was fifteen. But that’s another story for another time.”Brookpark, Ohio. 1970. Another time.Saturday afternoon.I was watching TV in my bedroom. I saw rapid movement in the hallway outside my door. The old man had flashed by and into my parent’s bedroom. The old man never moved fast. Ever.“Uh, oh.”The night before I’d gotten the old man’s shotgun out of their. Making initial contact was easy. Simply walking to the gate of the facility assured him a meeting with the camps leadership.A simple conference room served as the actual first contact room. It was virtually empty aside from the table, chairs and white boards. Everyone in the room came as they were for this extraordinary event. The base commander was in his exercise clothes and exuded the musk of someone recently exerting himself.Trat got straight to the point. He described everything openly and.